words in the midst of a messy + beautiful life // stories from serving Jesus in Liberia, West Africa

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to my younger self: [four]

today’s post comes from an anonymous writer here on tumblr. anon, i want to thank you for your honesty, thank you for your bravery, and thank you for sharing a piece of your story. your willingness to be vulnerable with your voice is a great encouragement to people everywhere, myself included. ♥

To my younger self,

I apologize that I’m writing this later than I should have. And yet, I also know you will read it at just the right time.

I’m sorry that you spent so much of your life being silenced. People and circumstances kept you quiet, and it wasn’t fair. You have a voice. You had a voice back then, and you deserved to have it heard.When they fought, you were quiet. When they left, you didn’t speak up. While your heart was breaking, you still stayed silent.

I’m sorry that no one listened. I’m sorry you felt like no one cared.

But trust me. Later in your life, you’ll find your voice. And you’ll use it for beauty and truth. For singing. For love.And they will listen. I promise you. They will listen.

Hang in there. Brighter days are surely ahead.

Love,Me

——————————————————————————————————————do you want to share some words with your younger self? i’m still looking for submissions! it can be a letter, a poem, a picture—whatever you need[ed] to hear.send your work to elena[dot]pellizzaris[at]yahoo[dot]com, and include a brief bio with whatever contact details you want published (facebook, twitter, blog address, etc.)